farmer’s toast

 Come all jolly fellows who delight in being mellow
Attend unto me I beseech you
For a pint when it's quiet, come boys let us try it
For thinking will drive a man crazy

I have lawns, I have bowers, I have fields, I have flowers
And the lark is my daily alarmer
So jolly boys now, here's God speed the plough
Long life and success to the farmer

Come sit at my table, all those who are able
Let me hear not one word of complaining
For the tinkling of glasses all music surpasses
And I love to see bottles a-draining

I have lawns, I have bowers, I have fields, I have flowers
And the lark is my daily alarmer
So jolly boys now, here's God speed the plough
Long life and success to the farmer

For here I am king, I can laugh, drink and sing
Let no man approach as a stranger
Just show me the ass who refuses a glass
And I'll treat him to hay in a manger

I have lawns, I have bowers, I have fields, I have flowers
And the lark is my daily alarmer
So jolly boys now, here's God speed the plough
Long life and success to the farmer

Let the wealthy and great roll in splendor and state,
I envy them not, I declare it
For I eat my own ham, my own chickens and lamb
And I shear my own fleece and I wear it

I have lawns, I have bowers, I have fields, I have flowers
And the lark is my daily alarmer
So jolly boys now, here's God speed the plough
Long life and success to the farmer

Were it not for my seeding, you'd have but poor feeding
I'm sure you would all starve without me
But I am content when I pay my rent
And I'm happy when friends are about me

I have lawns, I have bowers, I have fields, I have flowers
And the lark is my daily alarmer
So jolly boys now, here's God speed the plough
Long life and success to the farmer